in and around Regent's Park with my cuz on a very windy day. if i had been wearing a toupée, it would have been blown clean off my head. i have a weirdo magnet, i swear. proof : standing by the entrance of the park, weirdo man walks up and proceeds to tell us about the roses that have yet to bloom. cousin walks away, as any normal person would do. i stay and listen to weirdo talk about the future roses. promise him i will come back in may.